Dumnezeu permite razbunare (16/30)
by Bonkersfm
     
E-MAIL: bonkersfm@yahoo.com
CLASSIFICATION: MSR casefile
SUMMARY: When Mulder starts profiling again, Scully 
mysteriously disappears. When she is discovered it's a race 
against time to unravel the events that have taken place, to save 
the lives of others and salvage a relationship in the balance.
RATING: NC-17 
SPOILERS: IWTB
ARCHIVE: Yes  just e-mail me please
DISCLAIMERS: Not mine and making no money


Chapter 16

"My lungs, they feel like they're 
going to explode." She didn't open 
her eyes, but lay still on the 
leather sofa opposite Dr. Werber. " 
But I want to be there. I want to be 
in the water more than anything."

"Tell me about before the water Dana. 
Tell me what happened before the 
water."

"It's so dark and I can hardly 
move. ."

"What can you hear?"

"The water. I can hear the water 
loudest. A car too. Someone popping 
the horn on a car. It's loud but not 
as loud as the water."

"What about way before the water 
Dana? Where were you way before the 
water?"

"I'm sitting up. I hurt badly. My 
insides hurt so much I want to be 
sick. They hurt every day. I just 
want the water..."

"You do know that anything recovered 
during hypnosis is inadmissible in 
court." Werber reminded them.

"We understand that." Mulder 
interjected. "We believe that once we 
find a crime scene we will be able to 
link Scully to it. She remembers 
nothing at all."

"Well I can help you with that." 

Werber addressed Scully now, noting 
her quietness. "I can carry out a 
small procedure which may encourage 
your subconscious to recover lost 
encounters that your real conscious 
will begin to process."

"Isn't that what I'm doing here 
anyway?" She asked sceptically. 
"Not quite. During these sessions we 
can recover incidents that have been 
repressed unknowingly during a 
painful time. This may take many 
sessions and I understand from Mr.
Mulder that time is not a luxury you 
have. This treatment is still in its 
experimental stages and is not 
something I take lightly. However if 
you are in the care of Fox I know 
that at any signs of adversity will 
be quickly recognised. Is this 
something you want to try?"

She nodded and so he continued. "By 
encouraging your subconscious to 
become more open to certain triggers 
you will begin to remember some 
things for yourself. For instance, if 
you had been bitten by a dog, a 
barking dog might trigger that 
memory. Like I said before its still 
in its early stages..."

"Do it." She said.

Scully went back to the car and 
waited for Mulder to finish his 
conversation with Werber. 

"She remembers events but no feelings 
about them. I know that its facts you 
want for your investigation, but its 
healing that you need for your wife. 
The triggers will help with this. 
Bring her back in a week, and give 
her any sedatives that she requires." 

Mulder thanked him and headed back to 
the car. Although he would not admit 
it to Scully he had been more than a 
little disappointed with the 
hypnotherapy session. Not so much 
disappointed with Scully, but with 
the depth with which she had buried 
these memories. He certainly did not, 
however, want to disclose his 
displeasure to her. He climbed into 
the driver's seat and handed her the 
tape of her session.

"I'm guessing I didn't do too well." 
She said, fingering the tape in its 
case.

"You did fine." He said, starting the 
engine.  "It's a lot to ask you to 
remember everything in one session 
Scully. We need to turn over a copy 
of that for Skinner." He turned in 
his seat and put a hand in her hair.

"Why don't we grab a takeout tonight? 
I'll get us a bad movie and we can 
fall asleep on the sofa. How does 
that sound?" He asked, 
optimistically.

"Sounds good." She complied. 

"What's this?" She asked, picking up 
the brown envelope that rested on the 
dash board.

"That's from Skinner. It's more eye 
witness accounts and details on other 
victims. I said I'd look at it later. 
Are you okay with him having a copy 
of that tape? He's coming over 
tomorrow."

"It's okay." She said weakly. "Come 
on, let's go home."

They hardly got as far as the movie, 
before Scully fell asleep on the 
sofa. Mulder took this opportunity to 
look at 

Mulder sat up in bed, keeping one eye 
on the TV, and another on the woman 
lying over his lap. He could tell by 
the rhythm of her breathing that she 
was not asleep, but was doing a good 
job in pretending.  His hand had 
found its way to her hair, playing 
his fingers through the soft strands. 
She seemed so small and vulnerable 
now, not only because of her physical 
appearance, but in the lost look in 
her eyes whenever she searched the 
recesses of her mind to recall absent 
memories.  She began to stir, causing 
him great discomfort as he tried to 
move her away from the erection that 
was quickly forming in his boxers. 
She pushed herself up to sit beside 
him, watching him stare at Seinfeld 
and company. "You okay Scully? Did 
the TV wake you up?"

"No." She said, placing an open mouth 
kiss on his neck, before he turned to 
kiss her passionately. This was the 
first time they had touched each 
other in such a way since her return. 
Then she snaked her hand down into 
his boxers, making him jump, then 
moan into her mouth as he revelled in 
this contact he'd missed so much from 
her. Sex wasn't the pivotal point in 
their relationship by any standards, 
but had marked such a milestone for 
them when it finally happened, and it 
had always been so good, that it was 
certainly not a neglected aspect. As 
their kiss deepened, he lifted her 
shirt over her head, breaking away 
for seconds before gently pushing her 
down underneath him. 

"You sure you're okay Scully?" He had 
to ask. When she nodded, he re-
invested himself with vigour.

He broke their kiss to trail his 
mouth over her left breast and onto 
her naval, stealing a glance upward 
to gauge her reaction.  Usually she 
loved it when he kissed her there, 
but tonight she seemed nervous, 
hurried. As he looked up, he saw she 
watched him all the time.  "Scully?" 
He moved back up her body.

"I'm okay, I'm just..." She 
hesitated. "I'm nervous." She laughed 
faintly. "It's so dumb I know." He 
watched as she put a hand over her 
forehead, shielding her eyes.

"It's not dumb." He sighed, 
positioning himself between her 
thighs, moving her hand away from her 
face. "We can do whatever you want. 
We don't have to do this..."
"But I want to, I do." He felt her 
pushing him toward her centre. "I 
need this Mulder."

He watched her face carefully, seeing 
desperation. Desperation to get back 
to normal as quickly as possible. 
Desperation to feel loved and wanted 
still. He nodded, and gently began to 
push into her softness, watching her 
carefully for signs of pain. He saw 
none, only concentration that she 
shouldn't need. He retreated slowly, 
before driving forward again, lost in 
the feel of her around him after all 
this time.

"It's just me Scully." He said 
softly, moving over her so that his 
lips hovered above hers. She put her 
arms around him, pulling him close so 
that his face fell into its familiar 
place in the crook of her neck. As he 
buried himself to the hilt, he felt 
her move underneath him, moaning his 
name softly. He propped himself up 
over her, watching her expression 
change as his hips moved in a steady 
rhythm. 

"Mulder, thats so good." She 
murmured, moving her hands up and 
down his back, urging him onwards.
"Oh God Scully," He stopped for a 
moment, closing his eyes tightly. "I 
won't last much longer..."

"It doesn't matter" she said, 
gripping his soft biceps tightly.  As 
his pace quickened, she began to 
respond as sighs turned into moans, 
and moans turned into cries.  Her 
body arched up to meet him, her 
centre tightening around him until he 
could no longer hold out. His strokes 
became erratic as finally he began to 
climax, collapsing on top of her as 
he emptied himself into her. 

They lay still for a moment, before 
he went to move away. She grabbed at 
his body, pulling him back on top of 
her. "Scully I'm gonna crush you."  
He laughed, propping himself up on 
his elbows.

"I don't care." She said, closing her 
eyes and lying back, allowing her 
arms to fall back to her sides.

"Well I do." He said, carefully 
moving to her side. "I just got you 
back, I don't want to have to tell 
your mother I crushed you to death. 
'Oh Mrs. Scully' " He played now, 
putting his hand on his heart. "I 
crushed your daughter by falling 
asleep on her after sex. But if it 
makes you feel any better, the sex 
was very good. Mind blowing even!'" 

She laughed now, turning on her side 
to face him. "Mind blowing? Mulder I 
didn't do anything."

"Yeah well."  He reached over and 
bought her hand to his lips. "Last 
week , I didn't think I'd be doing 
that with you  again. So yeah, it was 
pretty mind blowing."

He looked sad now and she understood 
why. The morning that Doggett had 
found her lying on Mulder's bed, she 
had been thinking the same thing.  
She turned his face so that he looked 
at her.  "Well if you're really 
lucky, I can reassure you again in 
the morning." She gave him one last 
kiss before she closed her eyes, 
hoping to dream the dreams of a happy 
ending. She did not get her wish.